The police have been messing with me for six weeks. I got the beer thanks to my uncle Frank. He thinks the beer is for me, but its for the cops. After tonight, I will start my 40 years of Terror.
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They picked their way along the cold, snow packed sidewalk together: Ingle, Lisa and Cordelia. Lisa and Ingle held hands. They always held hands.
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